Note 226 — Chapter LII · LONDONDERRY AND ENNISKILLEN, 1689

‘I myself,’ says John Hunter, a private soldier, ‘would have eaten the poorest cat or dog I ever saw with my eyes. Many a man, woman, and child died from want of food. I myself was so weak from hunger that I fell under my musket one morning as I was going to the walls, yet God gave me strength to continue all night at my post there, and enabled me to act the part of a soldier as if I had been as strong as ever I was; yet my face was blackened with hunger.’—Journal in Graham’s Ireland Preserved, p. 335.